NALEDI’S POV
It was day three of being in charge. Although things were already looking up, I was fucking exhausted. To be the one in charge was no easy feat.
Today, however, Draken had specifically instructed that I stop by his office for breakfast. It was an odd thing to hear seeing he couldn’t really use his legs yet. Or should I say he wasn’t allowed to use his legs just yet?
Draken had been confined to his room, much to all our relief, and if he requested that we meet in his office, it only meant one thing. He had decided to disregard his one-week break off work and get back to handling things on his own.
Which also meant there was a high chance I was getting dethroned from being the interim head the moment I walked through those doors. Don’t get me wrong, I was all for the soft life that came with being mildly committed, but with the current state of the plan, I wasn’t in the mood to have his all-seeing eyes on every single move I made around him or in the estate.
I wasn’t stupid to think he didn’t have an informant who told him every single thing I got up to, but I was willing to take that risk of having him breathing around me every second of the day.
After what felt like an hour of standing and staring blankly at Draken’s office door, I dropped two successive knocks on his door, waiting patiently for his word before I walked in.
“Attai, baby girl. Come give me a kiss.” That was quite bold and very sudden but I put up a smile at the sight of Draken, seated on his chair.
“You are supposed to be on bed rest. Why are you here and working?” I asked, not failing to add a bit of concerned wife-to-be spice to my tone.
I placed a chaste kiss on his lips, making sure to act shy at the thought of doing PDA in front of the guards who stood in the room. “I asked for a kiss, Attai.” His tone left little room for protests.
I kissed him. Full on tongue clashing mouth to mouth. That’s right. I was still licking ass for a living. We drew back when he was satisfied with our little display and his eyes roamed around me possessively.
“It’s only one week now, and I’ll have you all to myself.”
“One week and four days,” For some reason I needed to put that out there. In exactly one week and four days, I was supposed to be getting mated to the fucker who seemed all shades of sick in the head.
“You are keeping count of the days.” I couldn’t figure out the look on his face. “I don’t know if that’s a good or a bad thing, Attai.”
Here we go again. Ladies and gentlemen. Cue in another cringe as fuck, ass-licking moment. I was having a hard time keeping up with how frequent it has become these days.
“It’s our wedding day. Am I not allowed to excitedly look forward to it?” That seemed to be a good enough answer because that put an end to his probing and suspicion.
Unless he decided to shelf it in for future probing, or whatever the hell that worked for him. I couldn’t bring myself to care. Sorry, not sorry.
“Speaking of,” He pressed a button and a television stand pulled up from the floor right in the middle of the room.
My eyes almost bulged out of their sockets. Draken took fancy billionaire shit to the next level. How much did it cost to get that installed? These shit are the things you only see in movies!
I was aware that fangirling over a TV or anything that remotely connects to Draken makes me the bad guy. But I couldn’t ignore such luxury for the life of me. Another added bonus was the fact that Draken seemed to be eating up the entire attention and love I lavished on the sight of the TV.
Men and their egos. I could barely breathe with how much space it was taking up in this room. “Hello Mr Yakuza.” I heard a feminine voice and turned to check who was speaking.
A woman’s face was sprawled on the screen, she looked like one in her forties.
“This is my fiancee.” He said in impeccable English. “Isn’t she beautiful?”
Thankfully, I wasn’t the only one who showed up with a funny look on my face at his sudden declaration.
“How have the preparations been so far?” He started the video chat conversation and for the next few minutes, I listened to the woman go on and on about how far she had managed to go in the preparations for my supposed wedding.
The whole thing was becoming too real and concerning. After the video chat, Draken briefly thanked her for her dedication and resilient efforts in making our dream wedding a reality before hanging up the call.
“What do you think?” He said after the big-ass TV went back to hiding. Again, nothing short of mind-blowing.
I smiled, “She’s doing a perfect job. Can’t wait to see how it all comes out.”
He nodded, “You and me both.” Draken relaxed on his office chair, sporting a regular as fuck look as he said the words that near darned stopped my heart.
“I’ve been thinking. What would be the perfect pre-wedding gift to you?”
A nervous chuckle, “You don’t need to stress yourself thinking of these unimportant things. As long as you don’t ditch me on the altar, I’ll be the happiest woman alive.”
Wrong. I loved the gifts. I think they were my fucking love language. Second to money. We all don’t want to go into my love for money and how inconvenient it was that I wasn’t earning anything at the moment.
Highlight the words ‘at the moment’ because I was looking for the right opportunity to make my sugar-coated complaints on how I’ve been doing freebies for the Yakuza mafia pack.
A slant smirk, “You’ve been overly sweet these days. The old me who you used to curse out in your mind is feeling jealous.”
I was stunned at the meaning of his words. This man took toxicity to the next level.
“Anyways, since you are not so interested in having it as a gift, I figured you might as well take it as a bonus. Considering the fact that you do a lot of work around here and we are yet to discuss a salary structure for you.”
The man took words out of my fucking mouth. I felt ashamed at the brief moment of joy I felt at the thought of money. Something was seriously wrong with me.
“That’s… That’s quite generous of you. I don’t know what to say.”
“Nicolai asked for a part in the profits of my shipment.” He suddenly stated. “I fucking killed him for his treachery but recently, I’ve been thinking. If there is anyone qualified to earn a share of my profits, then it is you. My soon-to-be-bride who also happened to be the reason for the successful mission.”
I bowed my head, feigning a shy smile. What in the world was going on here? Was he saying what I think he’s saying?!
“I’ve decided that you will receive a ten per cent cut from the sales of the shipment that was recovered by the mission.” He met my eyes. “By my calculations, that should be enough payment for your work and a pre-wedding gift.”